{"id":918,"date":"2010-12-03T08:11:43","date_gmt":"2010-12-03T13:11:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.holypotato.net\/?p=918"},"modified":"2014-06-28T17:47:57","modified_gmt":"2014-06-28T22:47:57","slug":"the-writing-process","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holypotato.net\/?p=918","title":{"rendered":"The Writing Process"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Was it <a href=\/?p=604>a whole month ago that I wrote<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>&#8230;today I seemed to pass through that psychological barrier where it goes from being this impossible wall to climb, to being something that &#8216;hey, I can do!&#8217; There are still a lot of pieces to put together, but it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s starting to look like the pieces will go together in the end, so <i>I will finish it<\/i>.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Now just a few weeks later and that psychological peace and steady, incremental accomplishment has gone right out the window. The last two weeks I&#8217;ve had just terrible writer&#8217;s block. That happens disparagingly often with science writing in large part because I care. It&#8217;s important that I write something that communicates a complex idea well, and also that what I write is accurate and backed up by ample references to the literature. And by actually caring about the quality I seem to just get locked up in a writer&#8217;s block loop where I&#8217;ll start a sentence or paragraph, then decide I don&#8217;t like it, go back to the paper I was referencing, rewrite it, decide I don&#8217;t like it&#8230; ad nauseum. <\/p>\n<p>It doesn&#8217;t make sense, people tell me all the time that I&#8217;m a good writer, (<a href=\"http:\/\/www.netbug.net\">and try to trick me into co-authoring screenplays with them<\/a>) and I don&#8217;t have any problem writing on the blog here (look! I&#8217;m doing it now!). That&#8217;s partly because I know that this kind of writing doesn&#8217;t matter: the whole future trajectory of my life is not going to depend on the content and quality of my blog. My PhD thesis&#8230; maybe. But I have to write <strong>something<\/strong>, so my process so far has been to not interrupt the brief productive runs that come except for the very most urgent of biological necessities &#8212; which does <em>not <\/em>include sleep. I get myself good and stressed and sleep-deprived and it becomes much easier to not care so much and actually get <em>something <\/em>down on the page.<\/p>\n<p>But I&#8217;m sure you&#8217;ve spotted the delicate balance that must be struck: <em>too <\/em>sleep deprived, and there&#8217;s an obvious deleterious effect on writing output. I read a paper and forget what I read before I can even get a summary into my annotated bibliography or a few lines about it in my manuscript. I make grammatical mistakes, get sloppy. I actually don&#8217;t mind that part too much &#8212; if I can at least get something on the page, it can be edited later. But worst of all is when I get out to the other side of the productive middle ground and find myself losing time to staring at the wall and clicking the top of a clicky pen for a half hour straight (incidentally, this is why I&#8217;m not allowed clicky pens at work). <\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t quite know what to do at the moment. There&#8217;s a big gulf between recognizing the source of writer&#8217;s block, and actually crossing over to getting stuff done in a healthy, productive way. Our work holiday party is tonight, and though I&#8217;ve already got seats reserved I&#8217;m thinking of skipping to just keep writing now and sleep then, rather than trying to grab some sleep now. I know that at this rate I&#8217;d probably only get 100 or so words out in the whole evening, but I also just don&#8217;t want to go and deal with people right now. I&#8217;m a mess: exhausted, twitchy, stressed, and <em>vibrating <\/em>on a level mortal consciousnesses will never truly comprehend as my body becomes one with the stuff that underlies our universe&#8217;s existence (that is: caffeine). <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Was it a whole month ago that I wrote: &#8230;today I seemed to pass through that psychological barrier where it goes from being this impossible wall to climb, to being something that &#8216;hey, I can do!&#8217; There are still a lot of pieces to put together, but it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s starting to look like the pieces will [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,2],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holypotato.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/918"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holypotato.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holypotato.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holypotato.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holypotato.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=918"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.holypotato.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/918\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holypotato.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=918"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holypotato.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=918"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holypotato.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=918"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}